Come! Come closer... You, o Beauty, dressed in moonlight and the snakeheads of ivy leaves entwin e your white neck... Come! Come here... spit on me, spit on me for I am the dust under your feet unexpected and unwanted, I am your portrait, water and salt, air to breathe Come closer... let's climb to the sky to heights of ecstasy to hell and back and then I put on your tongue one little drop of my s**m it's bitter tastes like old bread tastes like stone tastes like pain blinded by the red suns of yur nipples gropingly looking for a source of light I find the spring of sacred wine pour me some crown my pillar with your living flesh and I will bless you with my semen be my wueen of enraptured love priestess of the black summer night j**els of my s**m illuminate your misty crown